While I was away in Canada I had this strange homesickness, mainly for my family and (weirdly) for how Australia smells. Now that I'm back home again, surrounded by all the Vegemite I can eat, as well as by my family, friends and that Australia smell that I can't describe (though if I tried it would have to be something to do with gum trees and water); I am feeling nostalgic for Canada and snow.
Perhaps this is because I have been away from it long enough that I can get a perspective on the whole experience.
I loved it.
It was difficult, I wasn't always sure what I was supposed to be doing, I was frequently freezing. I sometimes panicked and thought I had gotten frostbite in my toes, but it was just me being cold and waiting at the bus stop too long.
I marvelled at the snow. I never realised that there were so many different kinds! Sometimes it was perfect snowflakes that settled on your sleeve and you could see they were all different, other times the snow came down in giant spatters landing on your hair and face and blinding you; yet other times it was tiny and horrible, melting almost instantly on your face and making even colder, getting your face wet, making you feel as if you had been crying.
But somehow, after all that, I would still look out the window when the snow was coming down thick and fast and think about how beautiful it was and how I wanted to be out in it.
The three questions I got asked the most were:
Are you English?
Do all Australians sound like that!?
Why did you come here in Winter?!
To which the answers were:
No, in Sydney they do and, what's the point of travelling if the weather stays the same?
Because it's always good to answer a question with a question.
I loved Alberta College of Art and Design (ACAD). I learnt so much there that I didn't know, but it's not really learning the things that I cherish. It's learning to think differently about your own ideas and about how to problem solve in a new way.
Sometimes this took longer than I expected. I didn't really get what I was supposed to be doing in my Ceramics class until about 2 weeks after the semester had ended and I was walking down the street in Chicago. But at least I got there in the end.